Take of three souls.

[James Knight]

"I am not honestly sure. On the one hand, I am new to this place and yet people assume I have been here. And have attacked me for doing so," said Warren, referring to the attacks that had been done by the Storm Troopers. Truthfully he could feel the bruises from the beat down he had received which hurt like one could not believe would be possible. Really he was fortunate they had not decided to take any blows and direct them at his head, or it could have caused brain damage to him. "On the other, when I was home I was called a villain. In truth, though, I was the one who volunteered for the experiment that was the one that gave the heroes of my world their powers. The experiment did not work on me, and provided me the powers I had and hope to regain. The NFL-R cannot generate the armor I had back home, though," sighed Warren. Warren looked at her for a moment. "I'm a big fan of foot-ball, but I also love to tinker with machinery. In truth, I am not sure what I fall under, good, evil, or neutral, to be honest." 

The Quarterback of Chaos was honestly confused. What did he make of himself? Was he a hero? Was he a bad guy? Warren honestly did not know the answer to her question. "So in truth, I don't know what I see of myself," said Warren to her. Warren didn't know the proper answer, or what he was going to do with himself in the Omniverse. Did he follow the path that was expected of him by the white clad zealots? Did he branch out and try to do something else? Or did he do something entirely unexpected? There were many paths that laid before him, but he was not sure about it, to be honest.